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[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (gym owner+ your personal trainer Simon)

Simon notices you the moment you step into the gym. nervous, pretty, looked entirely out of place. He greets you with a nod and a gruff “Hello” when you saunter to the counter and look up at him timidly. Gleaming doe eyes meeting his and a bit intimidated by his presence.

“I want…want to sign up for the course…” your voice comes out soft and quiet, still a bit scared by the wall of man in front of you. His lips curl upward slightly, though his schedule is pretty tight already, but he doesn’t mind squeezing time out just for a cute and beautiful girl like you.

“The only time I’m free now is 21:00.” Simon said, asking if you’re okay with it, and you agree without a doubt. This is the gym closest to your place, and has the highest rating among others, you don’t mind if the session will start a bit later in the night.

He’s a great personal trainer, like the what the comments say on the internet. He’s meticulous, knows how to effectively improve your stance. You’re not sure if it’s normal for personal trainers to stand this close when you’re squatting, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath fanning on the nape of your neck. maybe he just wants to make sure you won’t accidentally hurt yourself, you think to yourself after few sessions with him.

Simon can’t forget the first session, you step into the gym with the sports bra and gym shorts, hair tied into a high bun that shows off your flawless neck, he wonders how smooth it will feel when he runs his fingers along it. His chest touches your rear when you’re lifting weights, “In case your grip slips.” He tells you when he sees the confusion in your eyes. His eyes glued on your hips when you just finished few reps of lying leg curls, ass cheeks so nice and supple, you breathe a bit fast as you keep lying on the training machine, unaware of him try not to form a boner from ogling at your moist lips and the contours of your body.

You’re a bit frustrated with the progress you made so far, asking him if you’re not working hard enough. Your slight pout is too adorable, and he resists the urge not to swipe his thumb over your bottom lip. “You’re doing alright, give your body some time to build muscles.” Simon reassures you, but he can still see the chagrin on your face. You’re stressed out, he can tell, and as your personal trainer, it’s his job to help his student unwind, yeah?

The disappointment and anxiety are thrown to the back of your mind when he sits on the bench in front of the mirror, two fingers deep inside you, twirling and pressing the gooey spots with you moaning on his lap.

“Look at the mirror, sweetheart, look how beautiful you look when your little pussy’s swallowing my fingers.” His other hand move to your chin, turn your head towards the mirror. You can see his smug smile even with that disposable mask on, his fingers shoved deep into your cunt, bring out your profuse juices when he drags his fingers out. The scene is too embarrassing, your cheeks flush with arousal and shyness when you shift your gaze away from the mirror.

“Look at the mirror, love.” His tongue clicks twice, tone firm without any space for you to reject, so you obediently look back, let out a high-pitched sweet whine as you watch how his cock sinks into your tight cunt, pussy lips pushed aside to fit his fat cock. “Fucking pussy so tight, so perfect…fuck…” He inhales deeply, landing a soft swat on your bum and makes you yelp at the comfortable sting.

He definitely didn’t choose to schedule your session this late, that no one will be in gym except you two, so he can bend you over every surfaces here and fuck you till you squirt all over the nearest wall. His hips never cease, shows you how much stamina and strength he has as the best personal trainer. Pinning you over the machine you did lying leg curls, the angle of the it allows your ass to arch up and let him drive his pierced cock deeper, each piercings knead and glide through your spots one by one every time he slams his hips back.

When your thighs’ twitching even harder than they were after your leg days, you looking up at him with dazed eyes, entirely blissed out from how many mind blowing orgasms he gave you, Simon lifts you up again, easily maneuver you to hook your knees over his elbows, he pushes his cum-drenched dick inside again, still rock hard and ready to wrench yet another release from your heavenly cunny. He walks you to the mirror again, every steps makes his hips bucks and cock thrust up in the force, and all you can do is moan and whimper. “too much, too much Simon…”

But He only huffs out a laughter at your words while he stops in front of the mirror, giving you the full view to the reflection—your fucked dumb expression, thighs spread widely and supported by his strong arms, pussy swollen and clit peaks out from the folds, yet your tight walls still massaging his cock nicely as if you’re trying to please him.

“So perfect, princess. look just right when you’re in my arms.” Simon presses a kiss to your shoulder, adjust his grip and let your weight help him to reach the deepest, the tip of his shaft rest against your cervix. “Let’s have the next round on the leg press machine, yeah? I know you hate doing leg press the most, maybe you’ll be more pliant the next time, because you know how I’ll make you soak that seat after the session ends, hmm?”

[sweaterkittensahoy]

So, this week I ordered a new couch pillow because I had a husband pillow full of shredded memory foam, and the thing needs to be opened and shifted around about once a week with the way I use it so it doesn't shape up weird and actually fuck up my back when I bought it to NOT fuck up my back.

I now have a wedge pillow, made of one piece of foam. And I ordered a book cushion from etsy, and I just wanna say to anyone who has thought "that adaptive thing seems like it would be useful, but I'm not disabled, so maybe it's not for me?"

It's for you. Trust me. My back hurt because I was slouching weird on the couch. I got a husband pillow. It helped a lot. But, it turns out, what I need is one giant piece of memory foam, not a bunch of tiny bits.

And the book cushion? Books are heavy sometimes. Being able to rest it higher in my lap so it's easier to read and hold? Better for my body.

Also, do you wake up with pain in the mornings? Try a contour pillow and a knee pillow.

Get those extra-strong treaded soles to wear with your heels because you wobble otherwise.

Wear compression gloves when you type. Get those orthopedic shoes because you can walk longer distances in more comfort. Buy the bra that actually supports the weight of your boobs. Get a lapdesk for your computer. Use a neck pillow even at home to keep your neck straight. Wear socks to bed. Listen to audiobooks. Read large print books.

You see something that you think will work for you and improve how you feel? Use it! Let's fucking normalize adaptative shit for everyone!

[dandelions-143]

Breeding - Chan

Kinktober Masterlist

Word count: 2869

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, this one’s sweet and short

No summary just smut under the cut

Chan perched on the high stool at the kitchen bar, the clock on the wall ticking just past midnight. His fingers absently traced the rim of his cereal bowl as he indulged in a late-night snack. His dark, intense eyes, like pools of midnight, followed your every move across the kitchen. You stood on the other side of the bar, gracefully loading dishes into the dishwasher, unaware of his captivated gaze.

Chan's eyes traveled slowly, appreciatively over your figure, drinking in every curve and contour. The soft kitchen light cast a warm glow on your skin, accentuating the gentle swell of your hips and the elegant line of your back. He particularly loved how you looked in your current attire - form-fitting black leggings that hugged your legs and a snug sports bra that emphasized your toned arms and shoulders. The contrast of the fabric against your skin was mesmerizing, and Chan found himself entranced by the subtle play of your muscles as you moved.

As always, Chan's thoughts drifted to the future he envisioned with you - a future where you were his wife and the mother of his children. You had discussed this at length, both agreeing that marriage was a shared goal. You were the center of his universe outside of work, and he yearned to spend the rest of his life with you.

What he hadn't confided in you was the intense physical reaction he experienced when imagining you pregnant with his child. The mere thought of it sent a rush of heat through his body, his cock hardening almost instantly. He fantasized about the moment of conception, of filling you with his seed and watching your body change as it nurtured new life. The possibility of you carrying his children ignited a primal desire within him that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

Chan's cock twitched noticeably in his boxers as he sat eating his cereal, lost in these vivid daydreams. The movement of the spoon to his mouth became automatic as his mind wandered through scenes of domestic bliss and passionate encounters.

"What are you thinking about?" Your sweet voice cut through his reverie, bringing him back to the present moment. Chan's eyes met yours, and you could see a whirlpool of emotions swirling in their depths - desire, tenderness, and something deeper, almost reverent. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to compose himself. The cereal in his mouth suddenly felt dry, and he had to take a moment before he could respond.

"Just thinking about our future together," he said softly, his voice husky with unspoken longing. The words seemed inadequate to express the depth of his thoughts and feelings, but he wasn't sure how to articulate the intensity of his desires without overwhelming you.

You couldn't help but notice the intensity in Chan's gaze. It was a look you'd seen before, but never quite this potent - a mixture of love and something deeper, more primal. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your heart rate quicken in response. Your mind raced, considering the implications of his words and the heat in his eyes. Slowly, almost unconsciously, you found yourself drawn to him, your feet carrying you around the bar as if pulled by an invisible force.

As you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, the familiar gesture feeling charged with new meaning. Chan turned slightly on his stool, allowing you to stand between his legs. Your hands slid over his bare back, feeling the warmth of his skin and the subtle flex of his muscles as you pulled him closer. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension.

"What exactly about our future are you thinking of?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You weren't sure if you were ready for the answer, but you couldn't stop yourself from asking.

Chan's eyes darkened perceptibly at your question, the rich brown depths now resembling molten chocolate. He pulled you closer, his large hands settling on your hips with a grip that was both gentle and possessive. The heat radiating from his body enveloped you, making you acutely aware of every point of contact between you.

"I'm thinking about us," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke. The low timbre of his voice sent shivers cascading down your spine. "About making you mine in every way possible." His grip tightened slightly, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your hips. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

"As in getting married?" Your skin prickled at the way his hands gripped your hips possessively, his fingers digging into the soft flesh just above the waistband of your leggings. The warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric, sending a shiver up your spine. Chan's eyes smoldered as he leaned in, his lips barely grazing yours, the ghost of his breath hot against your skin.

"More than that," he whispered, his voice low and husky, the vibrations of his words sending tremors through your body. His dark eyes, usually warm and gentle, now burned with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. "I'm thinking about starting a family with you, about watching you grow round with our child." His hands slid to your lower back, his fingers splaying wide as he pulled you flush against him. The hard planes of his chest pressed against your softer curves, and you could feel the rapid beating of his heart echoing your own frantic pulse. The evidence of his arousal pressed insistently against your stomach, hot and hard even through the layers of fabric separating you.

Your breath caught in your throat as the implications of his words sank in. The idea of carrying Chan's child, of starting a family together, sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. A warmth bloomed in your chest, spreading outward until it felt like your entire body was tingling with anticipation. You pressed yourself closer to him, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck as you pulled him down to you. Your lips met his in a passionate kiss that conveyed all the love, desire, and anticipation for your shared future. His lips were soft but demanding against yours, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a hunger that made your knees weak.

As you broke apart, breathless and flushed, Chan's eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. His pupils were blown wide with desire. "I want to make you mine," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, rough like gravel. "Right here, right now." Without waiting for a response, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, the cool marble a stark contrast to your heated skin. His hands were everywhere at once, sliding beneath your sports bra, calloused palms rough against your sensitive flesh as his lips claimed yours once more in a searing kiss.

Your body instantly reacted to his touches, his heated kisses sending jolts of electricity through your nervous system. You arched into him, your hands pulling him closer, your nails dragging over the taut muscles of his back. The thin fabric of his t-shirt did little to mask the heat radiating from his skin. Chan's large hands kneaded and pinched at your nipples, the sensation bordering on the edge of pleasure and pain. With a swift movement, he finally pulled your bra off, the cool air of the kitchen making your nipples pebble instantly. "You're saying… you want to cum inside me," you breathed, more a statement than a question. Your voice was breathy with desire, barely above a whisper as he kissed feverishly down your neck. His lips traced a burning path along your pulse point, pausing to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure straight to your core, making you moan softly and tighten your legs around his waist.

Chan's lips curved into a sensual smile against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Yes," he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to fill you up, to make you mine completely." His hands slid down to your hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings as he looked up at you, eyes dark with passion and longing. "But only if you're okay with that." His lust-filled eyes watched yours, waiting for your response. You could see the raw desire burning in his gaze, but also a hint of vulnerability, a silent plea for your consent. You knew if you said no, he would stop immediately and wouldn't be disappointed or act disrespectfully towards you or your decision. The thought of his unwavering respect for you, even in the throes of passion, made your heart swell with love.

As you sat there, perched on the cool marble countertop, you found yourself growing wet at the idea of Chan cumming inside you for the very first time. The possibility of carrying his child sent a thrill through your body, igniting a primal desire you hadn't known existed. You were on birth control and knew that you likely wouldn't become pregnant, but it thrilled you either way. The mere thought of Chan's seed filling you, of the potential life it could create, made your core throb with need. Your skin felt electrified, every nerve ending alive and hyper-aware of Chan's proximity.

You bit your lip, your heart racing with excitement and anticipation. The air between you felt charged, crackling with unspoken desire. "Yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as you pulled Chan closer. Your fingers traced the contours of his face, memorizing every line and curve. "I want that too. I want all of you." Your fingers tangled in his hair, reveling in its silky softness as you kissed him deeply. The kiss was passionate, almost desperate, as if you were trying to pour all your love and desire into this one moment. Chan's hands tightened on your hips. A low groan escaped him, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours as he pressed himself against you. The heat of his body set your skin ablaze, every point of contact between you feeling like a livewire.

With practiced ease, Chan lifted you off the counter, his strong arms supporting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as if to ensure he couldn't escape. Not that he showed any intention of doing so. His lips never left yours as he carried you towards the bedroom, the urgency of his desire evident in every hurried step. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart against your chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your own. The journey to the bedroom felt both endless and far too short, each step building the anticipation to an almost unbearable level.

As he laid you gently on the bed, his eyes roamed over your body, drinking in every inch of you. His gaze was a heady mixture of love and primal hunger that made your breath catch in your throat. The intensity in his eyes made you feel simultaneously exposed and cherished, desired and adored. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he began to slowly peel away your remaining clothes. His fingers trailed along your skin as he removed each garment, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The cool air of the bedroom kissed your newly exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Chan's body. Every touch, every look from him felt like worship, as if he was committing every detail of this moment to memory.

With tender care, Chan leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes of his deep affection. His warm breath mingled with yours, sending shivers down your spine. His hands, calloused yet gentle, explored your body with reverence, his fingertips tracing every curve and dip as if committing them to memory. The feather-light touch of his fingers left a trail of goosebumps in their wake, igniting a slow-burning fire beneath your skin.

You arched into his touch, your body responding instinctively to his caresses. Every point of contact between you felt electric, charged with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. As his hands mapped the contours of your body, you felt a profound sense of being cherished, loved, and desired. The look in Chan's eyes as he gazed at you was one of pure adoration, making you feel like the most precious thing in his world.

Chan's eyes locked with yours, filled with an intensity that made your breath catch. "I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. You returned his gaze, feeling the depth of your connection. "I love you, Chan," you replied, your voice equally tender. In that moment, you both felt the strength of your bond, looking forward to the future you would share.

Chan slipped out of his boxers, allowing you to see how hard he was for you. His strong, muscled body was ready, every inch of him taut with desire. The sight of him, fully exposed and aroused, sent a shiver of anticipation through you. Your eyes roamed over his form, taking in the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, the powerful lines of his thighs, and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal.

He moved towards you with a predatory grace, his eyes dark with passion. As he reached the bed, he paused, giving you a moment to appreciate him fully. The anticipation built between you, the air charged with electricity. Your breath caught in your throat as he finally joined you on the bed, his skin hot against yours as he covered your body with his own.

Chan settled between your legs, his hard length pressing against your wet folds without entering you yet. The anticipation made your breath hitch, your body trembling with desire. A soft, satisfied sigh escaped your lips as he slowly rolled his hips, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

His lips found your skin, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine as he moved lower, his lips caressing the sensitive skin of your neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair, encouraging him as he continued his sensual exploration.

Chan's mouth traveled further down, his kisses becoming more heated as he reached your chest. His tongue darted out, tasting your skin, as his hands gently cupped your breasts. The combination of his touch and the warmth of his mouth made you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

The anticipation built with each passing moment, your body aching for more. Chan's eyes met yours, dark with passion and love, silently asking for permission to continue. You nodded, pulling him closer, ready to fully connect with the man you loved.

Chan's lips pressed into yours, kissing you slowly as he very gently entered you. The sensation of him stretching your walls made you gasp softly against his mouth. He paused, allowing you to adjust to his size, his eyes never leaving yours. "You feel amazing," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "So wet for me, baby."

As he began to move, setting a languid pace, Chan's lips brushed against your ear. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine as he murmured loving words. "You're perfect," he breathed, punctuating each word with a gentle thrust. "So beautiful, so precious to me." His hands caressed your body reverently, as if mapping every curve and contour.

"I love you," Chan whispered, his voice filled with adoration. "I can't wait to build our future together." His words, combined with the feeling of him moving inside you, made your heart swell with emotion. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his body against yours.

Chan's movements were slow and deliberate at first, savoring every moment of your intimate connection. His eyes, dark with passion and love, never left yours as he gradually increased his pace. The room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure - soft gasps, breathy moans, and whispered endearments mingling in the air.

With each thrust, Chan seemed to be pouring all of his love and passion into you, his body expressing what words could not fully convey. His strong hands caressed your skin, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. The muscles in his back flexed under your fingertips as he moved, a testament to his strength and control.

The air around you grew thick with the heat of your bodies, the scent of your mingled sweat and arousal creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Chan's breath came in short, hot puffs against your neck, punctuated by soft groans of pleasure. Your bodies moved in perfect synchronization, finding a rhythm that built the tension between you to dizzying heights.

As Chan's pace quickened, the bed creaked softly beneath you, adding to the symphony of your lovemaking. The sheets rustled with each movement, cool against your heated skin. Every sensation seemed heightened - the brush of Chan's lips against your collarbone, the gentle scrape of his stubble on your cheek, the delicious friction where your bodies joined.

Chan's lips found yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he drove deeper. You could taste the salt on his skin, feel the slight stubble on his jaw as he kissed along your neck. His movements became more urgent, his breathing ragged against your ear. You could feel him swelling inside you, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "I'm close," he groaned against your neck, his voice strained with desire. "Are you ready for me, baby?" His words sent a shiver down your spine, the low timbre of his voice igniting a fire in your core.

Your body tensed with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with sensation. The feeling of Chan inside you, filling you completely, was almost too much to bear. "Yes," you breathed, pulling him closer, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist. Your heels dug into the small of his back, urging him deeper. "Chan..” you moaned his name like it was the last thing your lips would ever say. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, your hearts beating in sync as you both teetered on the edge of ecstasy. The air around you felt electric, charged with the intensity of your shared passion.

With a final, powerful thrust, Chan buried himself deep inside you as he reached his climax. You felt the warmth of his release coating your walls, triggering your own intense orgasm. Your body shuddered with pleasure, your inner muscles clenching around him rhythmically.

Waves of ecstasy washed over you both as you clung to each other. Chan's face was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he chanted your name like a reverent prayer. "Oh god, (Y/N)... (Y/N)... (Y/N)..." His voice was hoarse with passion, each utterance of your name punctuated by a shudder of his body.

Your own cries of pleasure filled the room, mingling with Chan's deep groans. The sensation of his pulsing length inside you, combined with the flood of his warm seed, intensified your orgasm. Your nails dug into his back as you arched against him, your body trembling with the force of your release.

As the initial intensity of your climaxes began to ebb, you both remained locked in a tight embrace, bodies still joined intimately. The air around you was thick with the scent of your lovemaking, your ragged breaths slowly returning to normal. Chan lifted his head to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and satisfaction.

With a deep sigh of contentment, you both held each other close, basking in the warmth of your shared affection. The room was quiet except for your soft breathing as you enjoyed the peaceful moment together. Chan gently stroked your hair, his touch tender and loving.

You snuggled closer, feeling completely at ease in Chan's embrace. The intimacy of the moment made your heart swell with love and contentment. A question crossed your mind, and you couldn't help but voice it. "Chan, what if our lives change dramatically in the future? Are you ready for that?"

Chan's eyes softened as he pulled you closer, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Whatever happens, we'll figure it out together," he said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Your happiness and our relationship come first, always. We can adjust our lives and schedules if needed, but right now, let's just enjoy this moment.”

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[tittiesnhrtz]

i was having a really bad day and only ellie williams fluff could save me bahaja. this was written under fifteen mins so it’s not proofread. also this is pure fluff.

the lamp in the living room casts a glow on the silhouette of your wife sprawled on the couch, with its dim yellow light highlighting her pretty features and the book nestled on her lap. she pretends to be enamoured by the still words on the paper, though what she’s really enamoured by is the sight of you examining the basket of tangerines. your brows are furrowed in concentration as you stare at the circular fruits, probably trying to tell which one is the most succulent, you only want your wife to have the best one after all. she watches as you finally pick one out of the dainty basket, thinking about how she managed to get so lucky, her perfect wife who’s always there for her, anchoring her to the peacefulness of life. almost every thought that weaves itself into her mind is about you— while she’s at work, while she’s at home, even when she’s sleeping, her dreams are a figment of her moments with you. her calloused palms having learnt the texture of your skin, always seem to crave your warmth, unable to stay away from the expanse of your flesh. your stomach, your legs, your arms, your ass, she’ll take whatever you give her happily.

she makes space for you as you lay down beside her, your fingers peeling the outermost layer of the fruit, just like you’d peeled all the tough layers she put up, getting to the core of her heart, learning her soul inside out. you take a piece and bring it to her peach hued lips. she gladly welcomes it, the juices dripping down her chin. “so messy.” you chuckle and wipe the pulp away with your thumb. “‘s not my fault you weren’t holding it properly.” she places a lingering kiss to your nose bridge, letting the sticky liquid make a home on your nose. “ellie!” you exclaim, giggling and nudging her shoulder. she takes a few pieces of the tangerine from your hand and pulps their juices out onto your neck, only to lick them clean, the warm muscle of her tongue flicking across the pulse of your neck. “you’re so gross.” you put the rest of the fruit away from her grasp, letting them rest on the round oak table that serves as a coffee table in the depths of your house. “mhm, you love me anyway.” she smiles against your neck, slender fingers crawling under your cotton dress, tugging and sliding them off your body. your bra and underwear follow suit, joining the fabric on the ground. her hands trace every contour, every blemish and every flawless crest, worshipping your skin like its her salvation. “my pretty girl.” she murmurs, manoeuvring your body to fit inside the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing, her skin erupting at the feel of yours. her arms encircle your waist, spooning you, seeking closeness. her hand slides down, pressing against your pelvis, fingers playing tenderly with the hair that adorns your pussy, in a loving manner. “i love you.” a kiss to your earlobe. “so.” a kiss to your forehead. “so.” a kiss to your collarbone. “much.” a final and gentle kiss to your cheek. you smile at your lovesick wife, equally as hopeless as her. “i love you too. so, so much.” you repeat her euphoric words, longing to hear the three most unoriginal words again and again. she reads your mind, knowing you and your heart’s way better than yourself, and repeats the words like a lullaby, creating a symphony in the humdrum of the living room. all that matters to her is your soft breathing, the book being long forgotten, bridged somewhere between your bodies. as she whispers the words that have became your private altar, her throat grows dry until slumber takes over her body, her eyes fluttering shut as her cheek presses against yours, relishing in the solace of your love.

[pogueprincess]

Born Sinners

summary: Father Charlie catches you spying on him in the rec room and he makes you pay for it.

pairing: Father Charlie Mayhew x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: Explicit smut, religious guilt, basically porn with no plot, p in v sex, creampie, brief oral sex (f receiving), cum eating 18+ MDNI

note: My first time writing for him but I couldn’t help it bc I’m down bad. Come send me ur theories about last week’s episode 👀

The air is thick and filled with the smell of sweat as you peek around the corner and into the rec room where Father Charlie is recording his broadcast.

As you watch intently, you can't help but be mesmerized by the way his back muscles ripple with each pedal. The defined lines and curves of his muscles are like a work of art, drawing your eyes in and leaving you in awe.

You find yourself imagining what it would feel like to touch those muscles, to run your fingers along their contours. You’re brought back to reality by the sound of Father Mayhew’s velvety voice.

“Save your souls from sinning … while spinning.”

You can’t help but smirk at that. There is no denying Father Mayhew entices you, even saying something so cringey has you giggling like a school girl. You know deep down it’s wrong, to think these impure thoughts about him; but he makes it impossible not to.

To your unfortunate demise, an involuntary moan escapes your throat, causing Father Charlie to stop in his tracks. As he turns to look at you, you flinch, expecting him to be upset with you, but you’re caught by surprise.

“Come with me.“

A veil of sweat begins to form on your forehead as Father Mayhew leads you up to his bedroom.

You assume he just wants to scold you for your perverted behavior somewhere more private than the rec room.

Once you’re in his bedroom, he quickly locks the door behind him.

“Colossians 3:5,“ he says calmly, “do you remember it?“

Embarassed at your own lack of knowledge of the written word you shake your head no.

“Put to death therefore what is earthly in you: sexual immorality, impurity, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry.“

“Right,” you state briefly, “Look, Father, I’m sorry–”

“Do you believe yourself to be evil?” He questions, but without giving you a chance to answer, he continues, “I certainly don’t think so, in fact,I find you rather .... Angelic.“

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words.

“Contrary to popular belief, I do not believe sexual desire is evil... It is simply… what makes us human. Carnal desire, pleasure of the flesh. A sin, yes.. but we were born sinners.”

Before you are able to think of a response, Father Mayhew is on top of you and he’s pressing you hard into the mattress. His hands snake underneath your shirt, squeezing at your tits, tugging at your bra before he removes the garment from you completely, discarding it onto the wood floor. His hands are now busy fumbling with the zipper on your jeans. Once he’s gotten you free of them, you lift your hips up again to help him take your panties off but he stops you.

“Leave them.”

Father Mayhew gets up, his large frame towering over you as he stands at the bed, he hooks his arms around the back of your thighs, pulling you to the edge and closer to him.

His thumb traces the outline of your slit through the cotton, pressing firmly into your clit, causing you to jolt. You shudder as goosebumps cover your skin.

“You like watching me?” he asks, his tone much darker than earlier.

“Maybe,” you retort, biting your bottom lip.

His hand slaps down on your pussy, causing you to yelp in response.

“Such a bad girl you are.”

Charlie pulls his workout joggers down hastily, revealing his cock to you. He’s thick, hard, and throbbing — practically begging for you to take. He brings his hand up wraps it around the shaft, stroking slowly. His eyes meet yours and your heart rate goes through the roof.

He lazily slides his cock under the thin fabric of your underwear and begins to rut against you. The lewd sound of his cock sliding against your slick folds fills the room, and you can’t help but moan at the obscenity of it all.

The sticky, wet fabric of your panties clings to his shaft, adding to the friction. Hugging his cock so snug you can see every vein through the thin material. The head of his cock rubs deliciously against your clit as he builds a steady pace, causing the ache inside of you to grow.

You’re so turned on you can feel your heartbeat through your cunt. Your walls flutter around nothing and you want nothing more than for him to slip himself inside of you. You buck your hips up, causing him to groan.

“Please, Father,” you beg, peering up at him through your lashes. You don’t have to say it, he already knows what you want, but you do anyway.

“I can’t take it!,” you whine, “I need to feel you, all of you.”

You’re so pretty like this, he thinks. With your hair disheveled, the tip of your nose and cheeks flushed pink, tears swelling in your eyes as you beg for him. How could he ever deny you anything? Especially when you asked him so nicely.

Charlie eagerly tugs your panties to the side, revealing your pussy to him and you hiss at the exposure. All swollen and wet with arousal, a growl erupts from his chest at the sight. He taps his cock against your velvety skin, eliciting another loud moan from you. Taking a deep breath in, his eyes scan over your body.

“You’re sure?” he questions, his eyes darting back and forth between yours.

“It would be a sin…” he taunts, but you interrupt him.

“Yes, I’m sure, Father! I don’t care about sinning right now. Just, please —”

You lose your train of thought as he runs his cock through your thick folds a few more times, and they wrap around him perfectly. So warm and inviting, he can’t help but let out a whimper at the contact. You watch him eagerly as you bite down on your bottom lip again. You both know he won’t last long once he’s fully inside of you.

You brace yourself as his thick tip prods at your entrance. Letting out a whine, your eyes roll back as he sheathes himself inside of your wet heat once and for all. He’s so big, he’s not even fully inside and you already feel so full.

“Oh, Charlie, I mean Father— Fuck,” you moan as butterflies form in your lower belly.

“Feel good baby?” he asks while he begins to move in and out of you at a steady pace, allowing you to adjust to his size.

“Mmm, yeah.”

“Look at you, taking me so well, just like I knew you would. Fuck.”

His intense gaze never leaves yours as he stretches you open.

Father Mayhew holds a firm grip on your soaked panties, using them as support to further thrust himself into you. His other palm rests on your lower belly, adding pressure to each thrust. With each snap of his hips, you feel yourself on the brink of insanity. Each drag of his thick length has you closer and closer to coming undone as a coil builds inside you, threatening to snap at any moment.

In one swift motion, Charlie now has your thighs up to the level of your breasts, allowing him to pound deeper into you, the weight of his body against yours is intoxicating — making you a drooling, babbling mess.

The tip of his cock continues to prod your sweet spot relentlessly and with a perfectly angled thrust, you’re soaking his cock, clenching down on him with force.

“See, you can be a good girl after all,” he says proudly, still pounding into you through your orgasm, “that’s it baby, cum on my cock.”

You keen at his praise, shaking around him as your cunt sucks in his length. You quickly pull his own release from him. He’s muttering profanities as he spills himself inside of you.

In the blink of an eye, and before you are able to object, Charlie finds himself between your thighs and his tongue is capturing the sticky mess spilling from your cunt, groaning against you as he does so.

“You’re even more perverse than I thought,” you say in awe and he looks up between your thighs with a smirk as he wipes his mouth and chin.

He reaches up and slides your panties off with quickness, tucking them away into the pocket of his sweatpants.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m keeping these,” he says with a wink.

[umbremom]

My first lookbook inspired by this styling from twt

CC LIST

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[pantheresssy]

— paige bueckers and reader ⋆*. * ·

—┊⋆ summary: what’s supposed to be a funny and small photo shoot with you dressed with paige’s number five uconn shirt, had turned out a little bit … different.

— ┊⋆ cw: 18+, smut, cameras, oral (r), soft!dom!p, not-so-sub!r, fingering, hair pulling, cursing, your not really patient with p, video, big haired r, blood. | first time writing for her!! i’m still doing some research. sorry for any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language.

— ┊⋆ inspired by: paige walking around with that camera and not knowing how to use it … —

PAIGE LOOKED AT YOU with a smile while you tried to fit on her clothes. With her height, they were a little bigger than you and the shirt stopped in the middle of your thighs – no shorts for you. The ball was under your arm and your leg bent, looking at the camera with one of your eyes closed and your teeth out.

With her camera pointing at you, she moved side to side on the room, getting you from all the angles, all the lights. She knew that those pictures would come out perfectly and was already planning to post all of them, no exceptions. Paige guided you from times to times to switch your positions, in each corner and mobile that she wanted you to be. Pointing to her named written on the back of her shirt, sitting on the ball and with a whistle in your mouth. It was like the studio photoshoot that she did often … but with a hot looking photographer.

“Turn around and look at me over your shoulder.” She said, sitting in a chair to be at the same height as you were. You did as you were told, smiling and giving her your best intense look. Paige pressed the photo take button, the flash shining for the twentieth time in the last few hours. “Pull my shirt up, just a little bit.”

You brought the tissue up, letting it where your thigh meet your hip. Bringing your knee up again, leaning on your tip toes. She smiled for you and another one taken. “What’s next?”

Paige looked at you up and down, her head falling to the side. “On the mirror. I’ll be behind you.”

You both walked there and you bent down a little bit on the sink, not looking at the camera but your eyes. You copied one of your favorite photos of her, doing the same position and face as hers. She recognized what you were doing and laughed – this photo has been on your cellphone wallpaper for ages. A small piece of blonde hair and a part of the camera lens appeared in the picture, but it was more than perfect for her.

“More?” You asked, going to her side to see what she has already got and was surprised. She hummed at your question, turning the camera to the side so you could see the photos. Paige really had a great talent on making each one of them look so good.

The blonde looked at the curtains who were flying with the wind and back at you. Her eyes shone and you raised your eyebrows, waiting for what she would say: but she didn’t. All she did was take your arm and take you there. “Turn around.” She said.

You took your hair off to show her name again, doing what poses you thought it would be better. The flash shone, one, two, three, six times, before a ideia pop up on your mind … Still there, you discreetly pulled up the shirt bar, taking it out. Without a bra, your naked back and underwear was exposed for the camera. Paige’s breath caught on her throat when you turned to the side, the contour of your tits showing. She was quick on taking another pic, your smile growing.

Your nipples were hardening because of the cold air. With the camera on hand, your girlfriend was doing everything to take the perfect frame before straightening her back and look through them. “I want to take a picture with you facing me.”

You walked to the balcony and placed your hands there before doing, leaning your back against the iron bars and looking provocatively at the lens. Paige looked away from you for one second, down to the camera before placing it in front of her eyes. She murmured something about you being “fucking hot”, and focused on your tits. You made every position she (and you) thought it would be good, on the mirror again, on the kitchen pretending to cook something while posing. Not a room of your house was out.

That little playing photo section was having a lots of turnings, and in the middle, it had become a naked section. Lying on the ground, Paige copied you and adjusted her position to take your body. “I think it’ll be better without your underwear.”

“If I end up all over the internet i’ll murder you without remorse, Bueckers.”

She laughed, watching while you lay down on your back and rise up your hips, placing your thumbs on the withe fabric and pulling it out. You got back on your position, looking at her while letting your ass showing and nipple sneaking between your arms. She took the pic, licking her lips with the view and you felt proud burning on your body. You had Paige Bueckers, d1, on your hands.

She was making you her muse. You were sure she would hang one of those pictures somewhere in the bedroom. It remains to be seen if it was your naked ones or with her shirt. “Let’s make a video.” She said.

Getting up, you looked at her with your eyes nearly closed. “What type?”

Her eyes shone. “You decide. Those who I do for magazines, or our own.”

She was sitting now, the camera on her lap. You bit the inside of your lower lip, feeling taste of blood. Paige was waiting patiently while you decided, her finger playing with one of the buttons. You had made more than you did in your whole life in that few hours, she was the first one that you dared to be more bold with — even if you were having fun, it could be more risky … right? …

“Fuck me and film it.”

She raised her eyebrows and took your hand, pulling you closer. You took the camera off the way and sat where it was, wrapping your arms around her neck, blowing a little kiss on her lips. Paige put her hand in your hair, pulling and bringing you closer to her. Her tongue found yours, bending around yours in a domination dispute that you didn’t give up on easily.

You pulled her shirt up and she raised her arms, helping you take it off. She brought the camera closer to your face and you swallowed, nervously, trying to give your best smile. Paige took you to bed and lie down, you on top. She pushed you down by the hip, your pussy pressing against her stomach, and you started to move. A moan scape you, low.

With a not so confident confidence, you keept the moves and closed your eyes, your head falling to the front. Your hair fell from your shoulders and around your face, making a curtain with you, the camera and her. Your mouth flew open, the little sounds you made being captured, just like the noise of your pussy on her skin.

Paige lowered the camera, recording superficially without really showing anything, only your moves and the brightness of your juices that was left behind on her skin. Her own mouth was open, flatter with you, but hers didn’t make any sound but her quick breath. Your fingers caressed her belly, trying to have some comfort to get used to that moment, deciding to disconnect from everything and take advantage of the shocks that were being sent through your body.

“Paige.” You whispered. She raised her head, taking the camera with her and focusing on your face. You turned to the side, trying to hide, but she wasn’t having none of that. She made you turn again, holding your cheeks between her fingers so you would deep stare into the video.

You ride her until she thought that was enough, making you stand. Paige reversed the positions so that you were pressed on the mattress, your leg closing around her waist. She placed the camera on the mattress, you two now in the video. You were going to do your own porn … and that brought you butterflies to your stomach.

She lifted one of your legs, lying on top of you. Her mouth quickly found her favorite place in you: your mouth. The kiss was a mess of tongues and teeth, you two very hungry for the moment. When she pulled away, a thread of saliva kept you connected, only breaking when your head fell back after she put her finger on your nipple. Everything seemed to be too much, the feelings were too much. You were more sensitive than usual.

Paige’s mouth sucked where she was running her finger, her eyes focused on your face, watching your eyebrows frown with pleasure. Your hips went up, trying to go back for your rubbing, but she dismissed it, holding you with her hands on each side of your body. She was going to one nipple to the other, ravishing them with all of her attention, taking longer than you wanted. When she finally, finally, decided to keep going down, the cold air hit your hardened peaks, bringing a pleasurable squeeze when finding the saliva she left behind.

Her lips kissed up on your navel, passing by it and biting the end of your belly. She was close of your pussy and held your leg open, making your lips part and your clit be exposed for her eyes. Paige’s anxiety to prove you shone on her face and she took her mouth to the inside of your thigh, your scent closer to her nose. “You’re gonna kiss me the whole night?”

With your angry words, she stopped. “If I want, I will.”

Your hand went for where she didn’t seemed to want to touch so soon, the tip of your index tickling your folds. She hummed in protest, hitting you to make you stop. “Fucking do something.” You growled between your teeth.

Paige didn’t move for a while, leaving you there, in expectation. When you were starting to think that she wouldn’t do nothing, all of sudden, her tongue was licking all over. With your surprise, a loud moan scrapped your throat, your body getting up and your cunt sinking even more into her mouth. The blonde was still focus on you, seeing each pleasuring expression you’d make, biting your lip, your hair sticking on your forehead.

Seeing Paige Bueckers between your legs made you wetter every time.

Two fingers went up your ass, collecting your juices to use as a lubricant, then circling your entrance. Her hands, just like the rest of her, were big. Skinny, well trained fingers that, once inside, started to make wonders with you. Rubbing against your walls that squeezed her, telling her to stay in there and just move to give you pleasure. Paige was happy to follow, pulling the hood of your clit and caressing it, making you wet the sheets.

The first time you meet her, it was in one of her games. You didn't really know her, it was your first time watching a basketball match, but when you saw her so flawlessly placing the ball in the basket, you guessed she could do wonderful stuffs. A few days later your thoughts were proved right and, for what she had told you, hers too.

Since then, you both fucked for many times before any feelings were involved, ending up in a shared house and lots of more sex. She was perfect, and was even more when she curled her fingers inside you, like at that moment. Paige loved the sounds you made and always did everything to make them louder. You were happy to deliver what she wanted, reaching out for her and holding her head, her blonde locks soft against your skin.

You were red while she kept licking, sucking. You had never been wetter, being spreed all over her face, shining on her nose and chin, dripping back at your pussy. Your lungs were bending the effort trying to recover the air she was taking away. You took her wrist and squeezed her hand against your tit again: you both were stimulating it, giving you a bigger sensation.

“Don’t cum.” She said after she felt you start to move with her. That was a clear sign of what would come next. You complained, but you tried to contain yourself.

Your euphoria was mixing with the hot wind on the room that, even with the open windows, had taken you and her. Paige was sweating, you could see a line following down her back muscles. They were waving while she moved, eating you with a crazy hunger. You couldn’t know if you focus there or in other places, but your body decided for you when your eyelids closed involuntarily. The ability she had on the court was pale compared to what she did there.

Her tongue was shaking your clit, her lips closing and sucking just enough for you to gasp. At the same time, she speed up her hands moves, beating deep inside you. Your noise was loud and your smell was all over. Knowing her, you were sure Paige was more than happy to have you like that, doing everything and more to keep you on the edge.

You tried to do what she asked as longer as you could, but you hold on was impossible. Your walls tightened, her fingertips bending on your g-spot and making you see stars. Your hot cum flowed slowly down your pulsing walls, running down her fingers that were still moving.

Even unhappy that you hadn’t followed what she said, she helped you get down, caressing your clit and slowing gently inside you. After the post-orgastic fog came out of your mind, she got up and picked up the camera. Paige pointed it for your relaxed face and you smiled. “You’re looking beautiful.”

You stretched your arms over your head, prancing your breasts. Paige went down to them and back to you. “Is not fair that I’m the only actress, right?”

“No.” She jokes, smiling. You rolled your eyes and made her lie down, getting up on her body. You licked her neck and continued all over her glorious body, doing the same thing she did to you — the only difference being that she was much more patient than you were.

This time, the camera was filming everything from up close and from her angle; you being the one between her legs, her moans being the ones in the video.

[bi-writes]

bestfriend!roommate!simon helps you get dressed for a night out because i love when men kneel

cw: nsfw content (18+), suggestive language and content, mature language and content, kisses through the mask, size kink, praise kink, a little oral (fem!receiving), a little suggestive touching (fem!receiving), simon likes thicc thighs, simon "my girl doesnt lift a finger because i worship her" riley

more bestfriend!roommate!simon

you haven't gone out in a long time. you were stuck working overnight shifts at the diner for extra money, busy every time you got a friendly text or a sweet call asking if you'd like to join your friends.

you hadn't told simon yet. you hadn't told him you were leaving tonight, but more worriedly, you hadn't told him you were struggling paying the bills. you scraped by the edges of your teeth last month to give him your half, and you remember looking at the cash in your wallet afterwards and wanting to vomit.

it was embarrassing. the landlord just kept urging you both for more, and while simon was always able to negotiate the raise every few months (one look at simon, and he always lowered his number), you were finding it difficult to keep up.

simon was successful. he was a decorated lieutenant, and he had many powerful friends. he never indulged in showing off his wealth; he wasn't raised with money, neither were you, and it was more than he knew what to do with. you remembered walking past him one night as he paid off a credit card on his laptop. you gagged when you saw the number in his account, the commas in the number.

why the fuck was in this piece of shit place with you when he could buy a house on a pebbled beach somewhere?

the dress was not cooperating. it had many straps that came in at the back, and they were twisted and crooked, looped around the corset back and making you a little frustrated. you sighed deeply before making your way across the hall, knocking gently on the bedroom across from you.

"simon?" there was no answer. "simon, i...could you help me for a second?"

the door opened a few moments later. a surgical mask was fit over his nose and mouth, a beanie over his head to cover the rest of him. you turned around in front of him, looking over your shoulder.

"i need help. it's all a mess, i can feel it."

his dark eyes flickered down to the back of your dress. the skin of your back was bare. you weren't wearing a bra underneath. you help up the front of the dress with both of your hands, cupping your breasts to keep it situated as simon finally reached over and began to unravel the laces of the corset.

"you goin' out?"

you nodded, rocking to the side a bit as he tugged the edges of the laces loose and began to tighten up the back of the corset. you held onto your stomach as the fabric of it began to shape the curve of your waist.

"yeah, just with some of the girls. they've been dying to go out, but i've just been working so much..."

"hmmm," he grunted in agreement. "'v hardly seen your face around here."

you sighed as he straightened out the straps, tying off the end of the corset with a tight bow at the bottom. you turned around to face him, and simon had to bite back the curse threatening to leave at the sight of you. the skin along your chest looked so soft, plump to the touch. he wanted to lean down and lick over the curve of your breasts right there, feel it bounce back with a hard kiss, watch your nipples harden if he blew on the sensitive contours of your neck.

"sorry...work has been...really busy."

"dunno 'bout that, luv. i know you're pickin' up shifts. i can hear you on the phone, asking to come in."

there was something more in that comment, something more he wanted to say lingering in the air. you frowned a little, meeting his eyes.

"im just trying to make extra money, simon, thats all."

he leaned in a little closer.

"if you need help--"

"no," you said immediately, shaking your head. "i know what you're going to say. i don't need your...i'm fine."

simon lowered his head slightly. for a moment, just one fleeting moment, you suddenly understand perhaps why men cowered on the battlefield. there was something dull and lifeless swirling there in his eyes. he was so much larger than you, big enough that he could probably wrap his whole hand around your neck and squeeze, and the life would leave you easy--and somehow you knew, those eyes wouldn't change, even knowing they would have taken the light from your own.

you knew, suddenly, that you were face to face with somebody else. a beast with a quiet name, a killer that rarely made a sound, the last whisper that one might ever hear.

you had angered simon, and his protector had come.

"you're lyin'."

"simon--"

"you're lyin' to me, sweetheart. where are your fuckin' manners?"

"i'm not one of your fucking soliders, simon. you can't give me orders," you snapped. you moved past him, hitting his shoulder with your own and going back into your room. you picked up your heels, taking a seat on your bed as you furiously slipped them on. your shadow followed, coming into your room and standing before you.

"how many times? how many times have i asked if everything is straight?"

you ignored him, continuing to slip your shoes on. of course, the ones you had picked out for tonight had straps that needed to be tied up your ankle.

"so i'm going to ask you again, luv, and you're gonna answer me well. do you need my bloody help?"

you let go of the ribbons of your shoes, letting them fall. you put your hands into your lap, your eyes on your crudely painted nails and skin of your knees and the way the shadow at your front began to come closer.

you swallowed hard when he knelt down at your feet. you watched with soft eyes as he picked up your foot gently by the ankle, resting it on his thigh. his gloved hands picked up the silk ribbons, beginning to cross them over your ankle. he straightened out the creases and made sure not to tie them twisted, being careful to make the ribbons look presentable.

when he finished tying the bow on one foot, he brought your ankle up, pressing the mouth of his mask to the silk of it and letting it fall. he picked up your other foot just as tenderly and with the precision of a sniper, he tied your ribbons and pressed a kiss to the silk.

with both your feet on the ground, and simon on his knees seemingly not going anywhere, you reached forward and slipped a hand under the hood, caressing one side of his face.

your palm was warm, fitting into the curve of his cheek. the fabric of his mask was soft as always, black cotton that shielded his pretty face from your eyes always. you never cared to look under it, never felt the need to make him take it off. even now, with his face in your hands, you felt no urge to see what was underneath. as far as you were concerned, the mask was his face--even if you had once seen that face and how stupidly handsome he was.

simon was an enigma. he had a poker face that many envied; the mask hid so much of his emotions, so much of what he might feel, and often he was even able to control the scrunch of his brows or the twitch of his eyes so you could read nothing. but he needed his eyes; he needed them to see, to engage, and if he could cover them, he would, but he needed them, so they were dark and wide, the one piece of him that he allowed.

so you tilted his head back with your hand on his face, letting the soft light of the room break him his hiding place. he wasn't wearing any eye-black today, and you smoothed a thumb just under his eye, watching his lashes flutter for a second. fuck, he was so pretty.

"you worry too much, simon," you whispered. "i'm fine. i promise."

you leaned forward, sighing deeply.

"i promise, simon," you said under your breath. "if something was wrong, i would tell you."

you tried looking into his eyes to convince him, but you knew as soon as you did, that you crucified the lie. something was wrong. you were scraping along, getting dragged by life, but you had learned a long time ago how to bury things into a box and swallow it all down.

you knew, also, that he didn't believe you. simon was too intelligent a man to think you were being honest there, but he didn't say anything. he just followed the warmth of your hand, and if he was a cat, he'd be purring.

you moved to stand, but simon reached for you, his gloved hands on your knees as he held you there. you opened your mouth to speak, but then he leaned forward, his head against your chest as he held you close. it forced your knees to spread to make room for him, and you sucked in a breath as both of his palms slipped up your thighs and caressed the soft skin there.

"simon--"

"don't want to bloody talk--"

"but--simon--"

it happened fast. one moment, you were sitting upright, cradling his head to your chest and feeling his hands along thighs, and the next, you were on your back, splayed across your bed, your dress riding up your hips and the stilettos of your heels digging into the meat of simon's back.

simon was not all muscle; sometimes, when he relaxed, you could feel the softness of him under your palm, a warmth that was solid, like a bear--something protective and built to last, like the foundations of a good home. and then sometimes he was like this--tense all over, muscles constricted, abdomen as taut as a rock, arms bulging as they worked and lifted and manhandled you like the lieutenant he was.

his head was buried between your thighs. you panted, breath heavy as you felt his heavy breath suddenly, his mask pushed up just enough so that he could lick a warm stripe up the inside of your thigh.

"you won't talk," simon murmured against the skin there. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, yanking you forward until he could kiss where your pelvis met your thigh. you shuddered at the feeling of his lips grazing the lace of your panties. "you won't fuckin' talk, but you will sing for me, luv."

"simon, i need to go..."

your voice was protesting, but your hands found the back of his head, smoothing over the locks of his hair. you whimpered when you felt the wetness of his tongue along the fabric of your panties. his entire mouth enveloped your mound, jaw hinging wide as he tasted you through the lace. you bucked up into his mouth, your hips chasing the wet feeling. he growled out angrily, keeping your hips pinned down as he sucked messily, his teeth nipping at the delicate lingerie.

you sucked in a shaky breath as he used a gloved finger to push it to the side, your cunt on display. he cursed when he spread your folds, watching the drip of you as it drenched your panties more, your sweet hole puckering around nothing.

"fuckin' hell--" he sucked on his teeth. "you're fuckin' drippin', luv."

"s-simon, i-i...i can explain, i..."

"don't have to explain anythin'."

you whined as he finally put his mouth on you. his tongue started low, teasing your cunt with a slow circle before curling, trying to flood his mouth with the taste of you. you tasted good, tasted familiar somehow, and his chest swelled at the thought that you were this wet because you were thinking about him.

he could listen to you for hours. the moans that passed through your glossy lips, the languid roll of your hips as you chased his tongue, the sweat that gathered at the base of your spine and along your forehead and the sound of his name sputtering in choked breaths out of your gorgeous mouth.

a vision. simon didnt believe paradise existed, but he believed there was something close to it. it used to be the side of a bullet hitting exactly where he aimed, the feel of foreign soil hitting his enemy's eyes before he took them down, getting his squad out of the gutter when they were pinned down on all sides. he was good at his job. he was good on the field, he was good with chaos, but this was new.

this feeling had always been somewhere under the surface whenever he was with you. he didn't recognize it at first because he had never felt anything quite like it. the feeling one gets when they get home after a long day. the light in someone's eyes when they see a face they recognize when they're in a place they don't belong. the light of a flame in room so dark, you can't see your hands held up in front of your face.

he wondered sometimes if he had ever felt this way with his family. if looking into his nephew's eyes, he had ever felt something like this--and he did, somewhat, but this was more. this wasn't the gentle nip of a soft animal, this kind of love had fangs, and it had sunk itself so deep into him, he knew it was latched onto him. sucking on his blood, draining the shit from his veins, and putting something else there, something addicting.

and he didn't care. he gripped your hips with his gloved hands, sucking on your clit and licking up the slick of you and trying so hard to please the woman that plagued every fucking thought in his head.

"simon--"

your voice was a sob, practically. whining his name, tears coming down your face as he ate you out furiously. he was gentle at first, and then he was nearly aggressive, slurping at your folds and fucking into your cunt and barely coming up for air. when he did come up, his tone was low and drunk-sounding, slurring out soft phrases of "like a fuckin' sweet" and "so fuckin' pretty."

your back arched off the bed. your makeup was ruined by now, surely. your corset askew, your stilettos digging dark holes into his back, your throat hoarse from the crying--simon had you like no one else. simon had you wrapped so tightly around his gloved finger, you might as well have been a brand there--an extension of that glove, one of the crude white bones painted along the back of his hand. he had carved a hole so deep inside of you, shaped perfectly to the beastly size of him; you would never be rid of him. your whole life after this, you just knew--nobody would ever eat your cunt the way lieutenant simon riley ate it, that was a fucking fact.

he moaned when you came. a deep, guttural moan that came from deep in his chest. his eyes rolled to the back of his head when you gushed right onto his tongue. he drank it like he was running desert dry, a kind of eagerness that was making your vision go a little fuzzy, sparkling dots hazing over you. your head was a mess of emotions, all clouded over by pleasure and your body limp in his arms. your body was jelly, so worn as if you had been fucked brainless, but, oh--simon hadn't even gotten that far with you, and his mouth had you spineless.

you sat up, hair tousled, legs shaking, breaths warm and heavy and easy. everything was easy with simon. living, breathing, loving, touching--everything was easy.

he stood up finally, rising from his knees and rolling out his shoulders, and even though you could see him subtly adjusting his pants, he didn't make a move on you. he didn't reach for you, didn't try and touch you again, didn't reach for the bow he had tied on your corset to try and undo it. no, simon had just given you a mind-numbing orgasm and if not for the strain on his zipper, you'd think he had just filed his fucking taxes.

"simon...s-simon--"

"have fun tonight," he murmured, brushing a stray hair out of your face. he tucked it behind your ear, the glove making you shiver. "you call me when y'ready to come home."

your lashes fluttered as you looked up at him, a soft smile on your face.

"m-maybe i dont...maybe i don't wanna go out, m-maybe i wanna stay here...with you...w-watch movies like we usually do."

he shook his head, his thumb swiping just under your chin.

"no. go have fun. i'll be waitin' here for you, luv."

his fingers traced along your neck, something in his eyes that said he wanted more. but a ghost doesn't beg, right?

but maybe simon does.

"okay. i'll call you."

"right then."

and when the click of your bedroom door shut, you looked down at your shoes, so prettily tied with a bow on the end. you reached down, gripping the end of the bow and pulling, watching the silk unravel and come undone.

and then he heard the call of his name again.

[fvllingflower]

「After Midnight」

pairing: nonidol!joshua afab!reader

genre: smut, some fluff at the end

warning: making out, boob/nipple play (f!receiving), hair pulling (m!receiving), hickeys, body worship, oral (f!receiving), spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!), aftercare

song recommendation: lonely is the muse by halsey

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You and your friends tagged along with your friend Mei to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends (who you all have met before.) You all got there and were having fun, despite there being tension between you and one of the guys named Joshua. Everyone could sense it but didn't say anything. Joshua just looked so fine. Even if he's just in a basic tee and some jeans, he still looks so fine. You and Joshua are secretly dating but haven't felt ready to tell anyone yet.

One of the guys, Mingyu, suggested playing seven minutes in heaven. You groaned but agreed to it. Everyone sat in a circle and watched the bottle spin. If you're honest, you weren't thrilled about making out with a guy, even if he is your friend. The bottle kept spinning and spinning, and people kept leaving and coming back looking like a mess. You were about to exit the game until you saw the bottle land on Joshua, and your interest peeked. You watch the bottle closely and you saw the bottle land on you.

"Ooooh Joshua and Y/N!" Seungkwan teased. Joshua stood up and held his hand out for you.

"You ready?" He gave you that devilish smile that makes you melt. You grabbed his hand and stood up.

"Yeah" You smiled.

Joshua and you went into the guest room, where everyone else had been going. You watched Joshua lock the door and then walk over to you. He closes the space between you both and places his hands on your waist. Joshua suddenly just kisses you passionately, not holding back. His lips crush against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss as he pulls you close. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you firmly against his broad chest. He explores your mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss and leaving you breathless. Joshua's hands started roaming around your body, trying to become familiar with you. His hands continue to roam your body, tracing the curves and contours of your figure with a touch that is both confident and gentle. He cups your breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly, making you gasp into the kiss.

Joshua pulls your shirt off and then pulls your tits out of your bra. He palms them, squeezing gently as he lowers his head to take one nipple into his mouth, suckling and flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue. You wrap your arm around his neck, keeping him in place as he pleasures your tits. Joshua groans into your breast at your action and he continues to suckle and nibble on your nipple, his free hand moving to your other breast, teasing the nipple until it's hard and aching. He releases your nipple with a pop, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes before trailing his gaze down to your hardened breasts. He dips his head down, taking your other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. He hums in appreciation, the vibrations sending shivers through you.

Your hand grips his hair. Joshua groans in pleasure at the grip on his hair, his hands tightening on your breasts as he continues to feast on your nipples. He sucks harder, his tongue flicking across your sensitive peaks before he gently nibbles and sucks, his teeth grazing your skin. You couldn't stop moaning at how good it felt. Joshua releases your nipple with a wet pop, looking up at you with a sultry grin. His eyes darken with desire as he gazes at you.

"You like that, love? You like me playing with your tits?" His voice is low and husky as he speaks.

"Mmm love it so much" You whined. Joshua's grin widens, pleased by your reaction. He leans in, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss as he continues to fondle your breasts. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Seven minutes are up!" You hear Mingyu shout. You groaned, and Joshua pulled away from your mouth and let your tits go.

"Okay, will be there in a minute!" Joshua replied. Joshua grabbed your face and kissed you softly.

"I don't want to stop" You whined. Joshua smiled thinking you're so cute.

"Me neither love but we have to so they don't get suspicious" Joshua helped fix your bra and shirt.

"We're finishing this at your house" You spoke sternly.

"Oh, for sure. I have to finish what I started, especially with you" Joshua's hands caressed your sides, and he kissed you again. You sighed, and you two walked out of the bedroom and joined the group.

The hangout ended, and you were in the car with Joshua, who couldn't keep his hands off you. Joshua couldn't resist the temptation of being alone with you in the car, especially after the flirtatious encounter at the hangout. His hands start to wander over your body, caressing your shoulders and thighs. He then decided to keep his hand on your thigh. He continued to rub and squeeze your thigh.

"Baby, I want to hold your hand" You spoke softly. You did enjoy the feeling of his hand on your thigh, but you liked holding his hand more. Joshua's heart melts at your words, and he quickly intertwines his fingers with yours. He lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to it as he continues to drive.

"Of course, love" Joshua smiled.

The rest of the drive, he held your hand. Joshua pulls up into the driveway of his house, but he can't seem to take his hands off you. He keeps your hand in his as he unbuckles his seat belt and turns towards you.

"We're here" He smiles at you. You let his hand go and unbuckled your seat belt. Joshua watches as you unbuckle your seat belt, he admires you for a minute and then he opens his car door and gets out and runs around to your side of the car to open your door for you. You smiled widely when he opened the door for you. You got out of the car and kissed him quickly.

"My gentleman" You sounded sincere. Joshua beams with pride as you call him your gentleman. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a deep kiss, before letting go and taking your hand firmly in his. You two went up to his floor and Joshua walks to the front door, unlocks the door, and holds it open for you. You walked in and can't help but admire the place for the hundredth time. Joshua follows you inside, and watches as you admire his house. He can't help but feel proud, and he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling your shoulder affectionately.

"Like what you see?" Joshua mumbles.

"I could never get tired of looking at your house" You smiled. Joshua squeezes you tighter, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder before letting go and walking further into the house.

"I'm glad, love" His voice was so sweet. You walked into his kitchen to get a glass of water. Joshua watches as you leave the living room and head towards the kitchen. He follows closely behind you, but instead of getting a glass of water himself, he hugs your waist from behind.

"Can I get you something else?" Joshua kisses your shoulder.

"No, I just needed water" You smiled and sipped your water. Joshua kisses the back of your neck lovingly, as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"You're so cute" He chuckles warmly, resting his chin on your shoulder, and watches you drink water. You feel Joshua's hands roam your body again, but you didn't stop him. Joshua's hands start to wander, moving up your stomach and chest. He cups your breasts gently, massaging them with his fingers.

"You look so beautiful today" He kisses your neck. You placed the glass on the counter as he continues to massage your tits. You decided to pull your shirt off and Joshua helps you unclasp your bra, letting your breasts spill into his hands. He massages them eagerly, unable to keep his hands off of you.

"You have amazing tits" Joshua turns you around and looks at your tits that are in his hands. Joshua picks you up and sits you on the kitchen counter and stands in between your legs. Joshua gazes at your body. He places his hands on your thighs and squeezes them gently.

"You look so fucking sexy right now" He continues to admire your body.

"Suck my tits...I know you want to" You begged. Joshua doesn't hesitate to comply with your request. He lowers his head and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on it. His other hand massages the other breast, tweaking the nipple. You couldn't stop moaning. Joshua loves to hear the noises you make. He sucks harder on your nipple, flicking it with his tongue as he massages the other breast.

"You like that?" He asks between licks and sucks.

"Fuck.." You moaned.

Joshua's cock twitches in his pants as he hears you moan. He continues to suck and massage your breasts, loving the way they feel against his lips.

"You're so fucking hot" He groans against your skin. You unbutton your shorts, and Joshua pulls them off along with your panties. He throws them aside and spreads your legs wider, gazing at your naked pussy.

"And look at that" He murmurs, taking in the sight of you. Joshua started kissing your neck and leaving hickeys as he goes. He sucks on your skin hard, marking you as his. His lips trail down to your collarbone and chest, where he licks and suckles on your breasts again.

"Mine" He murmurs.

"Fuck...All yours..." You moaned. Joshua grins and continues to ravage your neck and chest, leaving marks all over your skin. His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

"That's right, you're all mine" He starts kissing down your body, worshipping it in kisses.

Joshua starts kissing down your body, worshipping every inch of your skin. His lips trail over your stomach, and he makes sure to leave love bites all over you. He finally reaches your pussy, where he gently spreads your legs wider and gazes at the sight before him. You watched him, waiting for his next move. Joshua spreads your legs wide open for him. He grins at the desperation on your face and he leans in, planting a gentle kiss on your pussy. He starts to lick your clit, teasing it gently with his tongue. You arched your back and laid down on the counter as he devoured you. Joshua's tongue explores your pussy, tasting every inch of you. He licks and sucks on your clit, making sure to rub it gently with his fingers. His other hand wanders up to your breasts, squeezing and playing with them as you arch your back. Joshua plunges two fingers into your pussy, causing you to gasp in pleasure. He starts to pump them in and out of you, fucking you with his fingers. His tongue continues to lick your clit as he uses his other hand to play with your breasts.

"Ahh Joshua!" You moaned softly. Joshua smirks, glad to have you moaning his name. He adds a third finger to your pussy, stretching and fucking you deeper and faster.

"You like that, don't you? Feeling my fingers deep inside you?" Joshua looks at you.

"Oh fuck! Fuck yes!" You moaned loudly. Joshua's fingers continue to plunge deep into your pussy, pumping in and out of you faster. His tongue continues to lick and suck on your clit, driving you wild with pleasure. Joshua groans, loving the feeling of your hand gripping his hair. He starts to fuck you harder and faster, feeling your pleasure building.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you? Fucking my fingers like this?" Joshua smirks.

"Fuck yes!" You arched your back. Joshua curls his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot as he continues to fuck you hard and fast. He sucks on your clit, causing you to moan loudly.

"Cum for me... Cum all over my face" Like a switch flipped in you, you came all over his fingers and mouth. Joshua groans as you cum everywhere. He continues to lap up your juices as you ride out your orgasm. Once you're done, he removes his fingers from your pussy and sucks them clean.

"Mmm, you taste so fucking good" He says with a smirk. Your chest was raising fast as you were panting. Joshua smirks as he watches you panting and trying to catch your breath. Joshua grabs your waists and sits you up and lets you lean on him. His lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.

"Feeling good, don't you? But I'm not done yet..." Joshua whispers. Joshua waits for you to control your breathing before doing anything else. Joshua waits patiently for your breathing to slow down, he was rubbing your back as you rest your forehead against his shoulder. Once your breathing returns to normal, he grabs your chin and kisses you. You started tugging at his shirt while kissing. Joshua smirks against your lips as you tug at his shirt. He helps you remove his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. He then trails kisses down your neck and collarbone, his hands exploring your body as he does.

"Mmm, you're so fucking sexy" You wrapped your arm around his neck as he kisses your body. Joshua wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he continues to shower your neck and collarbone with kisses. His other hand reaches up to your breast, squeezing it gently as he kneads it.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He looks desperate for you.

"Mm yes" You smiled at him. Joshua kisses you passionately. He pulls away and strips his pants and underwear off. He picks you up off the counter and turns you around, and bends you over the counter. Joshua squeezes and kneads your ass before smacking it. He then lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes his hard cock inside you, making sure to take it slow for your sake.

"Fuuuuuck, you're so tight..." Joshua groans. Joshua rubs your back as he waits for you to adjust. He can tell that you're still adjusting, but you told him it's okay. So he begins to slowly thrust in and out of you, gradually picking up the speed. He starts to moan lowly as he fucks you.

"You like that?" He thrusts slowly.

"Mm yeah" You moaned softly. Joshua picks up the pace, now starting to thrust in and out of you at a harder speed, making sure to hit your g-spot with every thrust. He groans, the sound rumbling through the room as he fucks you.

"Is this good?" Joshua holds your hips.

"Fuck! Baby! You know how I like it!" You moaned. Joshua obeys your request and starts to fuck you faster and rougher, his hard cock pistoning in and out of your pussy quicker than before. He groans louder now, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoing through the room as he pounds into you. Joshua squeezes your ass roughly and spanks you.

"Ahh fuck!" You moaned loudly. Joshua loves the reaction he's getting from spanking your ass, so he does it more, giving your ass a hard slap.

"You like that? Do you like it when I spank your ass while fucking you, love?" He smirks and spanks you harder.

"Fuck yes!" You cry out in pleasure. Joshua continues to fuck you hard and fast, spanking your ass at the same time. He pulls you up slightly, reaches around, and squeezes your breasts roughly, pinching your nipples hard between his fingers, making you cry out.

"Joshua!" You cried. Joshua grins, knowing that you're close to cumming again. He thrusts in and out of your pussy faster, slamming into you harder.

"Cum for me, love!" You gripped the counter tightly as came intensely on his cock. Joshua moans loudly as he feels you cumming hard on his cock, and it makes him reach his own climax. He slams into you one last time before he cums, exploding inside of you with a loud grunt. He slumps over your back, panting heavily.

"Fuck.." Joshua wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer as both of you try to calm down from your intense orgasms. He kisses your neck softly, nibbling gently on your skin.

"I'm glad I could make you feel good" Joshua mumbles against your skin.

Once Joshua calms down, he carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the bathroom counter. Joshua grabs a damp washcloth and starts cleaning you up. He makes sure to be gentle as he wipes away your combined fluids. Once finished, he tosses the cloth aside and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. Joshua picks you up bridal style and carries you over to his bed. Once he reaches his bed, he gently lays you down on it before crawling in next to you. He wraps his arms around your waist again, spooning you as he presses kisses to your shoulder. You rolled over to face him and smiled softly at him. Joshua smiled back at you and leaned in to press a sweet, loving kiss to your lips. He wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer against his naked body as he deepens the kiss. His hand rubs up and down your back soothingly. You broke the kiss and just giggled. Joshua breaks the kiss and chuckles at your giggling. He leans his forehead against yours as he smiles warmly at you.

"What has you so amused, love? Did I do something funny?" Joshua looked confused.

"Nothing, you just make me giddy" You admitted. Joshua's smile widens at your words and his heart flutters in his chest.

"I love making you giddy" He leans in and presses another kiss to your lips, this time slowing it down to try and make your stomach flutter with butterflies. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled away from the kiss. Joshua pouts as you pull away from the kiss. He presses his chest against yours again and wraps his arms around your waist.

"You're so beautiful... so amazing and perfect" You could tell he's in love with you, but he doesn't want to admit to it yet.

"You're so pretty" You mumbled. Joshua chuckles at your mumbled response. He shakes his head at you before leaning in and pressing a light kiss to your lips. He pulls away and looks at you in the eyes.

"You're so cute... I adore you... You know that..." He smiles softly at you. A warm smile spreads across Joshua's face as you bury your face in his chest. He leans down and gently lifts your chin up to look at him.

"Don't hide from me... please..." He says, his voice soft and pleading.

"Mm, I'm sleepy" You groaned. Joshua chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. He pulls you closer to him and smiles

"Okay, love, go to sleep" He rubbed your back gently as you fell asleep in his arms.

[raekensluver]

ᴅᴀʏ 𝟶𝟿 — ʙʟɪɴᴅғᴏʟᴅ/sᴇɴsᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

october 17th | theodore nott x fem!reader

contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, blindfold use, sensory depravation, oral sex (f receiving) bondage.

word count: 1.5k

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your heart raced as you felt the cool silk of the blindfold being gently tied around your eyes. theo's strong hands grazed your wrists, guiding them to the sturdy backboard of the four-poster bed. you heard the faint rustle of fabric and the soft clink of metal as he secured your wrists with something soft yet unyielding. it was a strange feeling, being so vulnerable yet safe in the sanctum of his room. the opulent mansion was eerily quiet around you, the only sound the steady rhythm of your breath and the occasional crackle of the fireplace.

his fingertips traced a line down the middle of your back, making you arch your spine slightly, pushing your chest out towards him. your nipples hardened into tight peaks under the lacy fabric of your bra, yearning for his touch. with a gentle yet firm tug, theo unclasped the delicate hooks, letting your bra fall to the floor. the sudden coolness of the air against your exposed skin made you shiver, but the heat of his gaze on your chest was like a warm embrace.

theodore's fingertips traced a path along the contours of your body, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. you felt the warmth of his breath on your neck, his gentle touch a stark contrast to the tension coiling in your stomach. each brush of his lips sent shivers down your spine, and your heart fluttered in anticipation. his mouth moved with a painter's precision, leaving a trail of kisses from your navel to the swell of your breasts, where he paused, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin.

his hand moved to the blindfold, his thumb sliding under the fabric to adjust it. the sudden pressure around your eyes sent a jolt through your body, focusing your attention on the tactile pattern of sensation. the material was soft, velvety almost, and as theo tightened it, you felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement. your breath caught in your throat as he murmured an apology for the temporary discomfort, his voice a low, sultry purr that vibrated through you. the world around you was reduced to a black void, the only sounds the soft rustle of fabric and the steady rhythm of your own pulse.

his mouth moved back to your neck, kissing a path that was both gentle and insistent. your skin felt electrified under his touch, each kiss a spark that ignited a flurry of sensation. the smell of his cologne, rich and woody, filled your nose, making it difficult to think of anything else. you felt his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer to him. your heart pounded in your chest, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable crescendo. you leaned back into him, desperate to feel more of him, to be surrounded by his warmth and his scent.

his voice was a gentle rumble in your ear, whispering sweet nothings and praises that sent shivers down your spine. "you're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "i've wanted this for so long." his words were like a caress, tender and intimate, filling you with a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of his touch. you leaned into him, your body arching in silent invitation. his praise was intoxicating, a drug that clouded your thoughts and made you ache for more.

his kisses grew more feverish, moving from your neck to your collarbone, then lower still to the top of your chest. his mouth found your nipple, teasing it with the softness of his tongue before giving it a gentle bite. a sharp gasp tore from your throat, and he chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through your entire body. "you like that?" he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "tell me how it feels."

you gave a breathy whine, the sensation overwhelming you. "so good," you murmured, the words barely audible. your body was a maelstrom of sensation, each touch sending waves of pleasure crashing into you. theo's mouth moved to your other nipple, giving it the same tender, yet insistent treatment. his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch, your hips bucking slightly.

his hands slid down your body, the fabric of his trousers brushing against your skin. his fingertips danced across your abdomen, tracing the waistline of your underwear. you felt him hook his fingers under the elastic and pull it down, the cool air teasing your exposed flesh. your breath hitched as he kissed a trail down your stomach, his mouth leaving a fiery path to the apex of your thighs.

his tongue darted out, flicking against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. you squirmed under his touch, your legs trembling slightly as he began to explore your folds with expert precision. theo's moan vibrated through your core, his breath hot and humid against your skin. the anticipation was agonizingly sweet, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

the blindfold amplified every sensation, turning the darkness into a cocoon of heightened awareness. every touch, every kiss felt like it was etched in fire upon your skin, branding you with the memory of this moment. without sight, your other senses became more acute, allowing you to focus on the sensation of his hands, the sound of his breath, and the scent of his arousal mixing with yours. the world around you was nothing but a symphony of sensation, each note playing in perfect harmony to create an unforgettable melody.

his tongue delved deeper, exploring the slick folds of your cunt with a palpable hunger. your legs tensed and quivered as he licked and sucked, building a rhythm that made your toes curl and your breath catch. the soft cries that slipped from your lips grew louder, each one a confession of how much you needed him. theo's hands slid up your thighs, his grip firm and reassuring, as if to anchor you to the bed, to keep you from floating away on the tide of pleasure.

his touch grew more insistent, his fingers sliding inside you, filling you with a sense of fullness that made you moan. he curled them, hitting that spot that sent your body into spasms of delight, his mouth never leaving your clit. the sensations grew more intense, a crescendo that seemed to have no end. your thoughts were a whirlwind of desire, a maelstrom of need and want. the only thing that kept you grounded was his voice, a constant stream of whispered encouragement and filth that painted vivid images in your mind.

theo's fingers moved in time with his tongue, his strokes deep and sure, setting a pace that had you begging for release. your hips bucked against his face, desperately seeking more of that delicious friction. his mouth was insistent, never letting up, driving you closer and closer to the edge. "theo, oh god," you panted, your voice a ragged whisper in the quiet room. his name was a mantra, a prayer to the deity of pleasure that had you in his thrall.

his response was a muffled groan, his mouth never pausing in its relentless pursuit of your climax. the sound was animalistic, a primal growl that sent a shiver down your spine. your body tightened, muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. your breath came in ragged gasps as the tension built, coiling tighter and tighter within you.

his tongue swirled around your clit, teasing and taunting, as his fingers stroked deep within you. you felt yourself rising higher and higher, each wave of pleasure crashing over you with more intensity than the last. "please," you whimpered, the word a desperate plea. your entire being was focused on the precipice that loomed so near.

theo's only answer was to redouble his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers moving with an unyielding rhythm. the tension grew unbearable, a coil of need that tightened in your belly. your hips bucked wildly as you sought the elusive peak, your breath coming in short, sharp pants.

with a final flick of his skilled tongue, you reached the peak you'd been chasing, your body shattering into a million pieces as you screamed his name. theo's mouth remained on your clit, drawing out your orgasm, savoring the taste of you as you rode the waves of ecstasy. your muscles clenched around his fingers, and your entire body trembled with the force of your climax.

as the intensity began to wane, theo slowly pulled the blindfold from your eyes. the sudden influx of light was momentarily blinding, but the sight that met your gaze was worth it. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, his lips glistening with your arousal. a smug smile played on his lips, and your cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment.

his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of regret or hesitation. but all he found was a mirror to the desire that burned within him. with a groan, he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that left you both breathless. his tongue danced with yours, tasting the lingering traces of your release, the kiss a declaration of his intent to claim every part of you.

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[crybabykiko]

All Mine

Sakura Haurka x f!reader WC: 1.3k Warnings: pwp, established relationship, oral+piv, pull out method (sorry it’s just who I am now), undertones of possessive Sakura, everyone is aged up to early 20s, mentally this is supposed to have a 2nd part so ignore the abrupt ending...

Daisy Says: Idk how we got here but damn...

tagging @interstellar-inn bc network tings

“How come you never kiss me like that?”

When you asked, it was a joke, of course. You were curled up on the couch next to Sakura, feet tucked neatly under his thighs to keep your toes warm. There you were, wrapped up in blankets, a shared bowl of popcorn the only thing truly separating you two from getting closer.

You had noticed he wasn’t laughing, though.

“Helloooo,” you called, tossing a single piece of popcorn to barely thud against his temple, his gaze on the film breaking as he looked to you with red-stained cheeks. The truth of the matter was that even though you and Sakura had agreed to take things slow, things were going a little bit too slow for your liking. You liked watching movies, sure, but every time? watching movies could be even better if you were face down, ass up with the Are you still watching? screen pixelated in your blown-out eyes.

The couple on-screen is clearly having more fun than you are; the romantic climax of the movie featuring a kiss in the rain. Their lips meet in a fervent, sensual kiss, each touch igniting a wildfire of longing. The rain is drenching them, but they are oblivious, lost in the heat of the moment. Time stands still as their kiss deepens, every second brimming with unspoken promises and the raw, uncontainable passion of two souls finding their perfect match. Their bodies pressed together, hands roaming with a desperate, aching need, as if trying to memorize every curve and contour.

He shifted a bit, the seemingly permanent scowl on his face temporarily softening the moment his eyes fell onto you again. With you, he was never really angry- or even aggressive, but instead, so much more relaxed and comfortable,despite the discomfort with being close to.. Well anyone. Even against the mounting and overtly sexual tension that had been building much like your closeness- it was no secret that he was insecure at times about your intentions with him. After all, you were such a hot commodity around town- choosing him sometimes felt odd to him in particular. He thought about the things the guys said about you, the things they wanted to do to you, the things that he could do to you. The stare lingered a bit, his eyes trailing from your head and down your neck, before settling on your chest. He could just barely trace the lining of the top of your bra through the deep cut neckline of your shirt, eyes straining involuntarily in an effort to see even more. He had you. You were his. And he had made up his mind in these tangled thoughts- that you had waited long enough.

“Is- that… is that what you want?” His eyes were fixated on the way your chest rose and fell with every breath you took.

You reached out to lift his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours as you inched closer and closer to his face, lips barely touching as you spoke.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, confirming your desire and giving him even more indication while batting your lust-ridden eyes. You fully closed the gap, pushing your tits against him as if to say that you weren’t leaving his apartment without what you came for… him.

His complexion flushed an even deeper, carmine red as your hand trailed down to palm him. You felt him stiffen almost immediately in response to the touch, your voice darkening as you stared into his now bewitched multicolored eyes.

“Just wanna be yours.”

It’s barely a full blown make out, but his lips are on yours as soon as you give him the go ahead. There's no real time to melt together but the urgency is there, making it feel as if once your lips part, they’ll never be able to touch again. It gets deeper over time, hands beginning to roam between fabric and skin interchangeably while you gasped for the spaces of thickened air between you, Sakura mumbling ‘all mine,’ against your lips, jawline, and neck as he made sure to leave no patch of skin untouched. He took the lead, pulling your shirt over your head and pushing you to your knees.

Licking your lips with anticipation, you saw him finally spring free from his makeshift pajama pants, cock already glistening at the tip. One hand began to twist at the base of while the other worked to peel your low-rising lounge shorts down to your knees, wiggling your legs until they fell just past your ankles. His hands found their way to your hair as he began to move your head up and down in an effort to guide you. The movement of his arms and hips was feverish and mismatched, desperate for any contact he could have. The weight of him on your tongue alone was enough to send your pussy into overdrive after waiting for what felt like an eternity for this moment. After a few passes, you popped your lips off of him, strings of your saliva separating you from the length.

At first it was slow, making sure he could feel every inch of himself entering you as you adjusted to the pleasure of fullness. He raked his hands into the sides of your flesh, speeding up your pace as he started to thrust upward to meet you. You hadn’t noticed him snaking a hand behind him, reaching over his head to draw it forward- his old Furin jacket. You knew how important that thing was to him- the stories it held, the person it made him way back when. When it came into your vision, you immediately took the hint, gently fumbling with the cool metal buttons that adorned it. Never slowing down, he guided your hips to make figure-8s around him as you slipped it over your shoulders.

“Fuck-” the moan was drawn out and broken as his cock rammed into you more vigorously then, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in harmony with your moans as you felt yourself losing balance. You placed your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself, but he pulled you forward by the breaklines of his jacket, fixated instead on feeling your body in his.

“Now, you’re all mine,” Sakura exalted. His eyes- one blue, one brilliantly golden, were completely glossed over, much like yours at this point, but the intensity of the eye contact brought you closer to the high you’d been chasing as both of your breath patterns slowly began to waver. You could feel his nails softly digging into your side as he concentrated, deepening his claim on you by ghostwriting his name in your skin- you had memorized every character even as your vision began to white, body giving way to land onto his frame and gripping the blankets below you for dear life. He grunted in compliance as he felt you start to clench around him, making sure to get you through it all, eventually slowing his pace and slipping out just in time to come completely undone where your lower abs met.

You both collapsed into the floor beneath you, bodies writhing as you recollected your bearings. There were several seconds of soft pause before anyone moved, heads innocently knocking into each other’s in your disoriented state. He mumbled a soft apology, pressing his lips to the affected area near your temple before reaching over both your bodies to grab his phone.

Oh shit. It was almost 8:45.

Following his lead, you too grabbed your phone- several missed texts flooded your screen. Both of you were late for that night’s festivities- the debut of Tsubakino’s new number down at the club- the one your entire friend group had been invited to at least 2 weeks ago…. The one that Tsubaki would kill you for missing… especially because you helped with the choreography.

“I should probably go back to mine and get ready,” sighed, wrapping yourself in Sakura’s jacket and heading toward the door back to your place, conveniently located a few units away.

“I’ll give this back to you later.”

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⪼ 10.01 KINKTOBER DAY 1, MIGUEL O'HARA X FEM READER

power play, dumbification, unintentionally slutty reader, dubcon

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miguel hated you for some reason unknown to anybody. every time you even walked pass him he would shoot you a glare.

maybe because he was against jessicas idea to bring you into hq and have you become part of the spider society.. or maybe it was because the first mission you had you fucked it up. hard.

nobody really knows. but it's probably because of the way you prance around in your skimpy spider suit, acting oblivious to the wide eyes and open jaws as you passed by the other spiders. probably because of the way you add a bit more sway to your hips as you walk past o'hara.

clearly you were teasing him on purpose. so you can't blame him when he gets fed up with your antics, blasting over the speakers that they needed to find you stat.

barely a minute later you were shoved into his office by another spider, a confused expression on your face as you stared up at him with those same doe eyes you always look at him with— those same doe eyes that make his dick throb.

"i know you're doing it on purpose." he says, eyes narrowed as he tapped his foot. he watched your face contort into an even more lost expression, your lashes fluttering each time you blinked.

"i don't know what you mean, boss." you said innocently. there you go again, putting up that same ol' innocent act. his eyebrows furrowed together, a scowl on his face.

"don't act oblivious, y/n," he spat, taking a step closer and closing the distance— now you had to crane your neck up to look at him. "walking around and swaying your hips like some.. some slut."

you were taken aback. how could miguel possibly think that about you? you've been on your best behavior, never referring to him as anything less than boss or sir. you were quick to bite back, scoffing and cursing him out.

you both bickered back and forth, an angry expression etched onto both of your faces. yet the way he glared down at you— calling you all of these degrading names somehow sparked an unfamiliar feeling in your core; hidden deep beneath the humiliation you felt.

halfway through scolding him for being a 'perverted asshole', you blinked and he had you wrenched over his shoulder, a look of confusion on your face and a look of pride on his.

"put me down, miguel!" you demanded like a child stubbornly pleading for candy; thrashing and scratching at his back until he placed you on his desk. pens and documents scattered and tipped off the table, cluttering on the floor as miguel glared down at you.

"alguien tiene que enseñarte una lección puta." he mumbled beneath his breath, shaking his head. his hand snaked up your thigh as he watched your expression contort from anger to arousal, blush creeping onto your face as he squeezed the fat of your thighs.

you muttered his name quietly. a triumphant smirk formed on miguel's face, his fangs poking out from his lips. he took your wrists between his large hand and pinned them above your head.

his freehand trailed down your body, exploring it and making sure every curve and contour was engraved into his brain. talons extending simply for the purpose to rip your spidersuit to shreds.

you complained and whined about how that was your only one. "this is what you wanted it, isn't it?" he shushed you with a claw up to your neck, eyeing you hungrily like a wolf and it's prey.

you yelped when he flipped you onto your stomach harshly, your lacy panties and the clasp of your bra on display for him. his hand ran up the curve of your back before getting rid of your bra, tossing it to the side.

he pressed his bulge against your clothed, sopping pussy, grinding slightly as he leaned down to leave kisses and bites on your neck.

you grinded your hips against his only to be stopped harshly by calloused hands. you turned around and began to complain until he shushed you. "beg, mi vida." he demanded, leaving no room for refusal.

"w- wha?.." you stuttered, cheeks lit up with humiliation and lust. you immediately shook your head, the thought sending shivers of embarassment down your spine.

he tch'd, before ripping off your panties in one swift motion. his nanotech suit slowly dissipated away; leaving him only in his boxers. and good lord, he was fucking fit, chiseled abs and veins running along his arms.

but the thing that really caught your eye was the tuft of brown hair peeking out of the waistband and the large bulge.

he made you turn your head around, not facing him. you felt a heavy weight on your cunt, his tip prodding at your entrance. there was no foreplay except for the fact that you were soaking wet, "w- wait. miguel—"

he was ramming into you before you could even finish your sentence, broken and choked out moans being punched out of you with each thrust.

you revelled in pleasure and a sting of pain as you adjusted to his size. "fu.. fuck! miguel, s- ah! slow down-" you managed to let out in between whimpers, eyes rolling back as the sound of his hips slapping against yours filled the room yet his pace didnt falter.

the way his balls slapped against your clit with each thrust was fucking divine, making you grip the edges of the table as he fucked you raw.

groans from him and moans from you echoed off the walls, the smell of sex filling your senses, "m- miguel.. s' too hard~.." you complained, biting your lip.

but the second his tip thrusted into that spot that made your mind go numb you forgot whatever you were begging for; all logical thoughts blocked out by pleasure as you gripped anything for purchase; trying to prevent the loud moan that eventually escaped and bounced off the walls, clenching around him tightly and making him groan.

"c- calláte.. making too much fucking noise." he grunted out, wrapping a hand around your throat as he continously thrusted up into your gspot, your eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out.

raspy whimpers and pleads for him to keep hitting that spot barely made it out with his large hand around your throat. black spots littered your vision as your breaths became shallow, yet he still continued to thrust.

you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you cried out in pleasure, squeezing around him as he let go of your neck; his thrusts becoming sloppy. your vision went blank, only miguel and the shape of his cock on your mind as your orgasm washed over you in waves.

your release left a ring of cream at the base of his cock. you could tell miguel was close too, his pace erratic before he burried himself deep inside of you, tip nestled comfortably in your cervix.

"c- cum in me please.." you begged pathetically, eyes rolling back in satisfaction as he emptied his load inside of you.

after what felt like hours with his dick balls deep in you, he pulled out, your clit twitching and your hole aching as some of his cum leaked out and onto his desk. you could hear him tut in disapproval.

"perra dejó un desastre en mi escritorio.." he scoffed before spitting on your pussy, admiring the mess he made of you before turning his suit back on.

"clean yourself and my desk up, ¿comprende?"